1. |
The Revolutionary
03:23
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I lost faith in the God I'd known
There's nobody sitting at the top of the throne
There are only greedy men picking over the bones
While we drag around the ball and chain
We nee audacity and still more audacity
And always audacity
While the rich grow richer and the poor grow meek
Dragging round a ball and chain
Well now nothing comes easy
No, there is always a hill to climb
But I'll keep my back straight
While I drag around the ball and chain
While I'm dragging round a ball and chain
It's a need to know basis so know your enemy
He knows where you sleep; he knows you have family
And he'll cut the branches right off of that tree
So you'll drag around the ball and chain
Well every good man will have his price
Some fall on the sword and some the buttering knife
But to save some face they call it sacrifice
They're still dragging round a ball and chain
Well now nothing comes easy
No, there is always a hill to climb
But I'll keep my back straight
While I drag around the ball and chain
While I'm dragging round a ball and chain
Well we've been dragging it forever
It's fixed to you the day you're born
And we could rise up together
And together we will fall
Every day Death draws ever more near
And he takes more good people I know every year
But I won't let his shadow cloud my heart in fear
While I'm dragging round a ball and chain
Well now nothing comes easy
No, there is always a hill to climb
But I'll keep my back straight
While I drag around the ball and chain
While I'm dragging round a ball and chain
While I'm dragging round a ball and chain
While I'm dragging round a ball and chain
While I'm dragging round a ball and chain
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2. |
Born Bad
03:50
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I was born bad, I killed my mother in labour, my daddy took to drinking, killed himself soon after that, he wrote a note he said, "oh that boy's the devil's son, he'll only bring sadness to everyone, I wish he'd died instead of my love,"
And by age 10, I was in and out of foster care, I'd left a trail of destruction, I'd brought full-grown men to tears, and I'd be sitting there all doe-eyed, acting all innocent, as if anything bad was an accident, and all I needed was some loving.
Well those nightmares when you sleep, they got nothing on me.
And by 18, I was taking advantage of beauty queens, giving their mothers the sweetest dreams, making money from Ponzi schemes, breaking hearts into smithereens, so as to watch them bleed, I couldn't keep my hands clean, it was the happiest that I'd ever been.
And by 30, I was running a multi-national, setting up phoney charities, to siphon money from those in need, I was having a good time all the time, be it day or night, I was up to my nuts in sweet delight, with Ministers of the left and right.
Well those nightmares when you sleep, they got nothing on me.
Now I'm older, I'm a little more narrow-minded, a little more of a racist, a homophobe, a misogynist, but I'm kicking back in my Toorak mansion, laughing, I couldn't give the slightest shit, about anyone or anything.
And I'm singing, na-na-na, etc.
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3. |
Nothing it Seems
05:15
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Let's drive all day if we want to No particular place that we're going to Just me and my angel, my sidekick, my confidant
Let's take a look around, see what's happening, see where we're going It doesn't matter
We'll feel it out, we'll take it slow, we'll let the white lines show us where to go We'll find a bar, let's have a drink and give our minds the time the time it takes to think
Don't know where we're going, lord knows where we've been, all we know is nothing
Nothing it seems Oh nothing it seems
When we're on the road, it's just you and me I'm never worried
Cos nothin matters
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4. |
Through Waking Dreams
06:20
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(When I was much younger, much younger than now,
I’d lay on the back lawn and look up at the clouds;
I’d picture the faces of famous dead men,
And I’d try to imagine the lives that they led;
And my old man would come home from the farm at sundown,
And mother would call us kids into the house;
And we’d sit around the dinner table with the news on TV,
And I’d be there, staring out the window, quietly lost in waking dreams.)
Christmas time, I’m heading home,
To see my family, my loved ones, but some are gone;
Only memories remain.
When did we start getting old?
It won’t be long before things start getting dark;
And those ghosts still in our thoughts
Will come knocking on our door,
And those memories will no longer seem as if only yesterday.
And I try to think of all the lives
I’ve lived and I have left behind;
They’re like ghost-ships cast adrift upon the seas;
It’s like stumbling drunk, through waking dreams.
Once Death rarely crossed our mind,
We were too busy having good times, but now it comes
Like a black cloud ‘cross the sun.
Oh Sharni, I love you so,
And I know you hope that I won’t be the first to go;
Cause you say you wouldn’t cope
If I left you on your own,
But I hope that Death will give us grace for a long, long time to come.
Birthdays, school days, first this, first that;
The first time that I truly felt alive
Was when I looked in your eyes,
When you first held our first child;
And I’m sure it will be my last thought when my number’s finally called.
And I try to think of all the lives
I’ve lived and I have left behind;
They’re like ghost-ships cast adrift upon the seas.
And when my time comes you can put the “fun” in my funeral,
But for now let’s raise a glass to laughter and love;
And we shall have our cake and we’ll eat it covered in cream;
It’s like stumbling drunk through waking dreams.
It’s like stumbling drunk through waking dreams.
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Her:
I stare out the kitchen window and wash the breakfast plates;
John sits at the table reading the news.
I wonder if the kids might call – I haven’t heard from Kim in days;
I wonder how she’s getting on with those no-good goddamn kids.
Him:
Christine just stares out the window and washes up them plates;
I wonder what is on her mind; hell, we barely even speak these days.
Maybe we should take that holiday and go someplace we’ve always dreamed;
It’s not as if our kids need our help anymore round here as it is.
Together:
Well I may always be grateful –
In my eyes he (she) could do no wrong;
Her:
But I’m afraid I might not love him anymore.
Him:
We met as kids in high school – we were just seventeen;
She was so damn pretty back then and I starred on the football team.
Her:
I recall a lot of good times and that we’ve been through our fair share of shit,
But now those memories are like watching a film ‘bout some lives that no longer exist.
Together:
Well I may always be grateful –
In my eyes he (she) could do no wrong;
Him:
But I’m afraid she might not love me anymore.
Her:
I stare out the kitchen window and wash the breakfast plates.
Him:
I wonder what is on her mind; hell, we barely even speak these days.
Her:
Maybe I should take that holiday and go someplace I’ve always dreamed.
Him:
I don’t know what is keeping her here but I don’t believe that it’s me.
Together:
Well I may always be grateful –
In my eyes he (she) could do no wrong;
Her:
But I’m afraid I might not love him anymore.
Well I may always be grateful –
In my eyes he (she) could do no wrong;
Him:
But I’m afraid she might not love him me.
Her:
I’m afraid I might not love him.
Together:
I’m afraid I (she) might not love him (me) anymore.
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6. |
Slap Dash
03:41
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Slap dash give me some more
I got my good shoes on and I'm out on the floor
Got my mind set straight so I don't hesitate
But my head is crooked and I'm already late
And I'll wait for you tonight
I'll wait for you tonight
The floor is empty so I see my chance
I got some pretty fly moves not to mention my pants
Spilling more beer than I'm getting down
But it doesn't really matter cos I'm out on the town
And I'll wait for you tonight
I'll wait for you tonight
As I see her walk in I now up my game
Pop my collar up high, don't even know her name
Feeling pretty cool, I keep acting the fool
As I catch your eye you just walk on by
I still wait for you tonight
I'll wait for you tonight
Going home empty handed but I'll try it again, yeah
Tomorrow's another day another game to play, yeah
Next Saturday night’s not too far away
Better iron my shirt, give myself a spray
Come and check me out
Check me out
Come on now
Check me out
Check me out
And I'll wait for you that night
I'll wait for you that night
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Down on the corner I sing for my supper and wine
Songs for another lover from another time
And try to keep the street light from falling down
A round of applause to the boy who became a clown
Down in the gutter I’m kneeling as if it was church
As morning comes swooping down from its ungodly perch
If only my sweet mother could see me now
Now let’s hear three cheers for the boy who became a clown
I'm unlike the man who can barely stand
Yet is rarely happy right where he is
I hear three voices in my head
They go, “Tra la la la la la" etc.
I dance into the indulgent heart of the night
You take the lead – I will cling to you with all my might
There’s forgiveness in the arms of this slut of a town
Flowers and kisses
The very best wishes
Let’s hear it again for the boy who became a clown
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8. |
Refuse the Day
04:14
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The curtain fell upon the golden age of romance,
While I was dreaming of a long-lost love affair.
It sounds like fighting but you say we’re only talking;
I know it’s raining but the dog needs a walking.
And all of the quiet nights are getting that much more drunk each time.
We’re trying to take better care; it take a few drinks to get us there.
And I’m trying hard to make love every chance I get,
But you only want me less and less; who knows how much time I might have left?
Oh refuse the day
When we were younger we would rarely see the sunlight;
And you thought I was some grand romantic poet;
And I thought you could be my new religion;
If only faith was something like a feeling.
And all of the late nights are getting that much more sad each time.
It gets harder to bounce back each time; it gets harder on my state of mind.
But I listen when you tell me everything will be okay,
And we make love like the good old days; I feel better but confused and in disarray.
Oh refuse the day
I can tell by the tone in your eyes you want to talk
I know it’s raining cannonballs outside
But the poor dog
The poor dog needs
The poor dog needs a walk
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9. |
OK
06:03
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Time ain't on your side
Time ain't on your side
It ain't your friend
Time won't heal your wounds
Time won't heal your wounds
You wear the scars
As the night sure follows after day
As the morning’s bright
Rest assured everything will be ok
When we see the light of day
When the time gets cold
When the time gets cold
The leaves will fall
The evergreen stays strong
The evergreen stays strong
It shelters us
As the night sure follows after day
As the morning’s bright
Rest assured everything will be ok
When we see the light of day
The North Wind brings a change
The North Wind brings a change
The time will come
The hand follows the sound
The hand follows the sound
It ticks and tocks
As the night sure follows after day
As the morning’s bright
Rest assured everything will be ok
When we see the light of day
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10. |
Milk & Honey
08:01
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The way the children cry for their supper
The way the wolves howl for their blood
The way the night slumps like winter’s shoulders
The way the Lightning Man grumbles right before the flood
There is a longing
An endless hunger
Like that of dreamers
And distant lovers
It seems to linger
Like a shadow in the light
Look there the loveless, look there the thieves
Look there goes Hope, a wilted red rose between her teeth
Oh how the night cries upon her shoulder
Together they fall into bed but only one will fall to sleep
There is no rhythm
No rhyme or reason
There is no telling
The time of season
I want to shine on
Like a diamond in the light
Oh if there’s love, let it rain down upon me
If there be heaven, let it shine
Oh god I only want to hold something good
I’ve fallen but I want to feel alive
It’s milk and honey time
It’s milk and honey time
Let there be freedom
Let there be loving
Let there be laughter
To ease the suffering
Oh if there’s love, let it rain down upon me
If there be heaven, let it shine
Oh god I only want to hold something good
I’ve fallen but I want to feel alive
It's milk and honey time
It's milk and honey time
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11. |
When I'm Gone
03:07
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Maybe the weather’s going to change,
And reveal there are still blue skies there behind those greys;
Or maybe those stormy clouds
Will always follow us around,
And maybe you’ll love me when I’m gone.
Maybe it’s something that I said,
Or something that I didn’t say but should have done instead;
But maybe we’ll find a way
To get through another day
Or maybe you’ll love me when I’m gone.
Maybe it’s what I have become,
Or that I never turned out to be who you thought I was;
But maybe it’s in a kiss
A memory that you might dismiss
Or maybe you’ll love me when I’m gone.
Late last night we lay in bed
Pretending to be sleeping,
And I listened to you quietly
Cry.
Maybe it’s not too late
I’ll hesitate if you hesitate
Or maybe you’ll love me when I’m gone.
Tell me it’s not too late
I hesitate as you hesitate
Or tell me you’ll love me when I’m gone.
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12. |
The Monster
04:45
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Oh no here it comes again
The light it turns from green to red
The monster rears its ugly head
Laying a path we dare not tread
To fight it takes a special man and you my friend I know you can
It aint nothing, you would say
No need to fret, no need to pray
No need to worry about me
From my body it will flee
To fight it takes a special man and you my friend I know you can
Take, take the fight
Grab the bull by the horns and show it what it's really like
Take, take the fight
Take the gloves off and swing em hard
Swing with all your might
(Oh we all will die but it will not be today
No, the monster will fall and we’ll dance upon his grave
And we will rejoice and we’ll sing a happy song
And we’ll cherish every day and embrace all our loved ones)
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13. |
Together We're Heartache
04:48
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Why don’t we give up the ghost and leave it alone?
We should know by now that we’re both better off on our own.
There’s no telling how, why, where or when things will go wrong;
But together we’re heartache –
I’m the blues to your sad country song.
When you said come slow dance, that you needed some romance,
I briefly looked into your eyes;
And I saw nothing there but blue shades of despair,
And how I wish for you I’d have smiled,
Or said something half-funny or half-wise,
But I kissed you so that you would close your eyes.
Aren’t you scared of the darkness that silently haunts us?
The burden a heart has to bear?
Well I’m terrified that if I stayed by your side
You might see something in me that’s not there;
But my flowers
Only ever
Follow tears.
Her:
I don’t want to give up the ghost and leave it alone?
I’m scared of what I might do if I’m left on my own?
There’s no telling how, why, where, or when things will go wrong
But together we’re heartache, you’re the blues to my sad country song
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Holy Moses Heartache Melbourne, Australia
Holy Moses Heartache have spent the past decade crafting a soulfully swampish mix of cosmic-country-funk-folk-rock with a dash of irreverent humour. Whether you're a cosmic-country convert, a folk-funk aficionado, or just someone who loves Pina Coladas and long walks on the beach as much as the band do, Holy Moses Heartache invites you to join them on their musical escapades. ... more
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